mspixieears’s dream blog

dream, Mon 7/9/09

(I'm sick again, so I've been dreaming lots. Here's last night's one.)

I had my flute out, and was wanting to play Prokoviev's flute sonata (which I might add is ridiculously difficult). I had my regular flute out and was in a building that reminded me of B Block in high school. I set up my music stand to play and for some reason, all four movements of the sonata were divided into three sections. One section contained a message from Prokoviev's imaginary wife that she was worried to have children by him as she was black and didn't want the lives of her children to be marred by constant racism.

I went down to B53 (this was my old classroom and continued to be my band rehearsal room after my first two years of high school). People were setting up and there was this gorgeously shiny alto flute in one corner. I picked it up and started to play. It was more like playing a descant recorder - everything was bigger, but there were no keys (not at all like a real alto flute). I took offence to my mother saying that my actual flute was plastic (it's solid silver, yes, the metal, not just the colour) and for some reason people seemed to think the alto flute was plastic too. It too was solid silver and extremely heavy but had the most gorgeous tone.

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dream, Wed 17/6/09

It was too hot last night/this morning so I dreamt quite a bit.

The first portion of the dream I think was in some alternate version of inner south London. We were in a house that supposedly was the first house my parents lived in when I was born. It had a shed-like room attached to it and in this room was lots of old 90s PC equipment and a rack with books and DVDs. Some of the DVDs were apparently pornographic Japanese hentai sort of stuff (which shocked me in the dream), and others were these awesome retro Penguin books (I can't remember who but one of them was by a contemporary continental philosopher). The book collection thrilled me. I was angry, because a lot of them were on my wishlist and didn't understand why my father didn't tell me he had them.

I left this house supposedly situated in Balham to walk down the street. Though it was daylight, as soon as I stepped out in only-socked feet, it went dark. I was told I should be afraid but wasn't. As I walked to my cousin's flat down the road (a cousin of mine really does live in Balham too), there were groups of people, about my age, in what looked like some gang induction. A young boy was about to endure a burning to be part of this gang. I crossed the road so that I wouldn't have to walk through, believing that they would most likely sexually assault me if continued through them.

I passed other strange urban landmarks on the other side of the street, whereas previous one was very leafy and verdant.

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Another section of the dream, and I'm in some sort of music studio - the type where several students can be taught at once. There are four of us girls, with bass guitars too big for us. There wasn't one for me but I took my spot by a keyboard to participate anyway.

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Again, this was connected to the first dream, but it may have occurred after I woke up briefly before falling asleep again. I was arguing with a Filipino family that my family is friends with in real life about socio-ecomonic class differences. Our family was still in England, despite us having met them in Australia, and arguement arose because they were very well-off in a third-world country, whereas we were working class in a first world one.

(note: goddamn, my dreams are arts nerdy. That's kind of funny)

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dream, Sat 9/5/09

Again, yesterday's dream is forgotten: one of the first few dreams that upon waking was very hard to recall.

Today's was set in a house, with two of my former music school housemates. It didn't look anything like the house we'd originally shared but it's a house I've seen in my dreams before - much more spacious and sumptuous. Even our neighbour I'd seen before. He came over to tell us his pet lizard had escaped and to keep a look out for it - this meant that it was loose in our house somewhere. It left green-black faeces everywhere in the carpet and we madly cleaned it up.

We all had room to practice - and for some reason, this house was now the house two of my ex-partners had lived in. I can remember that apparently they'd always made me use one particular bathroom and not the other one, despite that not being the main one.

I went to A's part of the house: for some reason she had her own kitchen, bathroom and even practice room. There was a party in her room - a beautiful, sophisticated old-world one. Many of my primary school and high schoolmates were there. We were all playing different instruments from different periods - even early music ones (I'm a early musician in real life and they often do not play with modern instruments). SB was there and he had a horribly chauvinistic male friend with him who uttered comments on how much "meat" there was, meaning attractive females. I slapped SB and not the person who said this. A primary school friend came up to me and remembered my face. He had some deformity sticking out of his shoulder blade.

Then we all had to pack up and suddenly I was with NM and LR. JD was chasing me as I was half-naked and CS came to save me despite my having a beautiful Japanese sword. I whispered in his ear that he could have said anything to have me - he seemed unaware of this. He came to save me.

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dream, Wed 1/4/09

I got a job as a shop assistant at a really nice French boutique that sold clothing. When I say French, I mean that it was in France. I struggled to remember my French and as soon as I was put on my first shift, the shop was flooded with people.

One such person was a young boy, reminding me very much of the main male protagonist in Francois Truffaut's film Les quatre cent coups. He wasn't quite a teen, dressed in black and had a shorn head. He kept trying to steal things from the shop and forced me to be rough with him. I would grab him by his collar and roughly escort out of the shop and unsuccessfully lock him out. My work colleague didn't seem fussed by him and told me that he was an alcoholic, and a frequent nuisance to the shop.

One man caught that I wasn't French and started speaking to me in English, to slight my French skills. I said "putain" to him and he laughed.

Another Englishman asked me for help. He eyed my skirt and slid his hand up my exposed thigh. I told him off and said he couldn't get away with that sort of thing and his friends laughed. He tried to touch my leg again and I slapped him. This seemed to amuse him. His eyes sparkled.

I struggled with running the shop and my work colleague didn't seem intent on helping me.

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My parents had moved to a new house. It looked to be on Flinders St in the city, but for some reason was said to be in North Fitzroy. The house was a mansion. I went to a nearby park and encountered some men with affectionate dogs. I scooped up my cat to protect him and walked up a street. He sat in my arms calmly, without complaint. As I walked, we passed a man being attended to by a man and woman as he'd falled off his bike and been hurt slightly.

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When I returned to this new home, I went to my laptop and there were Melbourne Twitter people newly added onto my IM client (@coliwilso, @evolkween). There were new messages from other people.

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There was some sort of play and I was a member of the musical band that played the music for the play. Most of the people seemed to be from EMS. Three main members had main parts in the play. For some reason, we were to move around some alternate version of Melbourne Uni performing. We were in costume and had to sing at certain times.

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dream, Mon 16/3/09 - part 2

I remembered another snippet of dream.

I was in front of a piano, working out my own piano arrangement of Bjork's "Hyperballad". I sang along, having transposed it into a couple of tones up or down - I cannot recall which.

I did not have a piano at my own house (which is true in real life) so I got out our old Casio keyboard, and continued to pick out notes, trying to remember and replicate that which I'd played on the piano I'd been seated at previously.

It seemed a beautiful, poignant arrangement or reduction. I remember stretching my hands over elongated chords and revelling in playing a piano.

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dream, Wed 4/3/09

Semi-hallucinatory drug-induced (legal, sleeping pill) episode where I was in an opulent, golden hall, with people equally opulently dressed, as if they belonged to an ancient cult. It reminded me of Eyes Wide Shut.

Later on, a proper dream. I was cleaning my room, and found a drawer of old classical music programmes. I leafed through them and couldn't remember having seen the performers. One of them had notes in French from a Swedish flautist. The conversation was set out like an instant messaging conservation. I remember thinking that it had been a long time since my French was so fluent. Some of the words looked made-up.

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